I'm a cable-car, you shake the wires I hang off   And the games you play?    It's not just you they're doing wrong   People fall to their demise, but you and I, we're doing fine   So I guess that's fine      And I left you sleeping with an address by your bed   'Cause no one writes real letters anymore, oh, oh   "Hey firetruck, dim your lights"   The red paint peeled off   Underneath was blue all along   You could have picked a lighter shade      I know a girl with two grazed knees and I like her   Yeah, I like her   'Cause perfection screams a lack of adventure   I swear I'll never miss an adventure   So say you'll never miss an adventure      At best we're amateur cartographers and terrible photographers   I'll hang these maps on your wall   And I'll just spin and point to find the best path to follow   We'll never miss an adventure, we won't      And I left you sleeping with an address by your bed   'Cause no one writes real letters anymore, oh, oh   Hey firetruck, shut your eyes   'Cause you and I, we're doing fine   To me that's fine      I had this dream we ran so far   We forgot where we'd come from   But a dream is, well, a dream   This fucking town is part of me      For the sake of poetry, our paperbacks are worn   Friends fix them up so we wear them more   It's hotel beds and whores   (So into the fire)   And if I can tell you one thing   (Into the fire)   It's that I didn't learn any   (So into the fire)   Except to go easy on myself   (Into the fire)   And I'll be repaid with a constant heartbeat   (So into the fire)   (Into the fire)   (So into the fire)   (Into the fire)      The time has come to run   I wrote a speech and then I wrote it off   So into the fire